Pangaea and the politics of envy

Pangaea and the politics of envy

I entered the hallowed grounds of Pangaea last year, dressed in what I thought was a pretty sharp outfit - a Uniqlo T-shirt and a pair of jeans I had bought for less than $80 in total.

Yet, I felt like I had committed a crime, as the girl at the door to what is billed as Singapore's most exclusive club, scanned me up and down with distinct disapproval.

When I was eventually let through, it was as if I had cheated St Peter to slip through the Pearly Gates.

Inside, the music was thumping. The women had squeezed into their tightest dresses. The bottle service was in full swing.

Known for its trademark safari-theme, Pangaea had that feel alright - I was in a reserve of the well-heeled, where the privileged could preen and frolic in their exclusive and natural habitat.

To those uninitiated to the newest addition to the Singapore nightlife scene, Pangaea might seem like a world apart. Owner Michael Ault has called it the ultimate house party for the world's glitterati - where exclusivity and top class service come at an exorbitant premium.

Pangaea can be, at the same time, severely discombobulating and invigorating. Am I in New York, London, or Vegas? It could be anywhere in the world.

People who can, go there to have a good time, as at any club, bar or house party.

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